Those who after one hundred years
Will read this poem composed in tears,
Remember, this day of three twelves
We swore by God dedicating us to ourselves
We would love like no others loved before.
We would die loving each other this way.
12.12.2012 this very day
We loved like a flower and a bee, and on your
12.12.2112, you all will love too sure.
On that sweet day remember us for a moment,
Remember, a heavenly life we too here spent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem